Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-102. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.